
The Long Line to Peace
Lyrics & Sources
The Long Line to Peace
Verse 1
They sent a long list across a border’s ear, through a neighbor with careful hands. Dismantle the fire, unspin the coils, unbar the strait, unarm the bands. End the money to shadows in borrowed names, let the missiles learn to sleep. We’ll lift the weight, we’ll light your homes, if you promise what you keep. Tehran called it a distant dream, said the map was drawn too wide. Offered back a handful of simple prayers: no more strikes, no more knives in the night, respect for the water they call their own, old wounds paid, old chains untied, let the punishments fall away, and a ceasefire to shield their side. Whispers say the door’s not locked, but rage still fills the street, and most at home are saying now this fight has gone too deep.
Sources:
NPR – Trump grants Iran another extension on Strait of Hormuz deadline
NBC News – Iran says it has no plans for negotiations with the U.S.
Foreign Policy – Iran Rejects Trump's 15-Point Peace Plan, Issues Counterproposal
Al Jazeera – Iran calls US proposal to end war 'maximalist, unreasonable'
CNBC – Iran has no intention to hold talks with US
TIME – What to Know About Trump's 15-Point Peace Plan
The Hill – Here are Iran's 5 conditions for ending war
Verse 2
The clock was nudged into early spring, said talks were going fine. But smoke keeps writing angry script across a restless sky. A navy man fell in a desert storm, the strait still choked with fear, and rockets leapt from mountain sides, and sirens cut the clear. State voices doubt the other side, the message frays and bends. So many gone in the waking hours since winter turned to end.
Sources:
CNN – Live updates: Trump says US won't strike Iranian energy sites for 10 days
Al Jazeera – US-Israel war on Iran: What's happening on day 27 of attacks?
NPR – Iran rejects Trump's proposal to end the war and lays out its own terms
Irish Times – Trump extends deadline to strike Iran energy sites
Chorus
We’re standing in a long line to peace, shoes in our hands, stories in our teeth, scrolling for comfort we never quite see, praying the straits will open to sea. We need bridges, we need brakes, we need vows, less thunder overhead, more truth in the now. Lay down the rush to strike, raise up the right to breathe— we’re standing in a long line to peace.
Verse 3
In a hall with flags like a river of cloth, they named a crime by its truest name, called for mended circles and returned songs, for artifacts to come home again. A chorus led from the Gulf of gold said healing starts with light, some said no, some stood aside, but the word felt tall and right. The paper can’t force open hands, yet it weighs on hearts and seats; a keeper of worlds urged bolder steps, for justice with steady feet.
Sources:
UN News – UN resolution urges reparations for slavery's 'historical wrongs'
NPR – UN calls for reparations to remedy the 'historical wrongs' of trafficking enslaved Africans
Al Jazeera – UN passes resolution naming slave trade 'gravest crime against humanity'
TRT World – UN declares transatlantic African slave trade 'gravest crime against humanity'
Fortune – It's time for slavery reparations, UN General Assembly says
Bloomberg – Ghana Seeks UN Action on Reparations, Citing Lasting Impact of Slave Trade
Verse 4
Parachutes fold in ready stacks, steel birds hum at the gate. The famous boots that fly at dawn wait on a shifting fate. One voice says never on the ground, then maybe, if it must be so, while those at home in living rooms say don’t let that river flow. Across the wire in parliament halls, eyes track every move, and sand keeps count of footprints made by promises and proof.
Sources:
NPR – Iran rejects Trump's proposal to end the war and lays out 5 conditions
NBC News – Iran war live blog: More troops to Middle East
Chorus
We’re standing in a long line to peace, shoes in our hands, stories in our teeth, scrolling for comfort we never quite see, praying the straits will open to sea. We need bridges, we need brakes, we need vows, less thunder overhead, more truth in the now. Lay down the rush to strike, raise up the right to breathe— we’re standing in a long line to peace.
Verse 5
A courtroom peeled the glitter back from the screens that never sleep, said the hooks were set for smaller hands, and the climb was far too steep. Design like sugar with a bitter core, and gates that never close, they split the blame and marked the hurt, where childhood met the glow. The giants say they’ll fight the page, but a bell has rung the square, like smoke from ash and warning signs we tried too long to bear.
Sources:
CNN – Meta and YouTube found liable in social media addiction trial
NPR – Jury finds Meta and Google negligent in social media harms trial
CNBC – Jury in Los Angeles finds Meta, YouTube negligent in social media addiction trial
NBC News – Jury finds Meta and YouTube negligent in landmark lawsuit
Al Jazeera – Jury finds Meta, YouTube liable for social media addiction: What we know
Fox Business – Jury finds Meta, Google liable in landmark social media addiction trial
Washington Post – Meta, YouTube found negligent in landmark social media addiction trial
Verse 6
At home the lines curl round the halls, belts and bins like waves, the hands that guard the doorway work with pockets thin as caves. They sent new badges to the lanes, but not the training needed, and whispers rose of extra nets that pull where fear is seeded. The union called it empty salt, the leader eyed the Guard, talks are stuck on distant bills, and travel feels so hard.
Sources:
CNN – ICE agents take bigger role amid long TSA lines at airports
CNN – ICE agents deployed to airports as TSA wait times grow (live blog)
NPR – Trump has deployed ICE agents to the nation's airports. What's their role?
TIME – Why Are Airport Wait Times So Long?
CBS News – TSA wait times stretch up to 6 hours as ICE and other Homeland Security agents deployed
CNN – ICE is at airports during the travel chaos: What agents are and aren't doing
Final Chorus and Outro
We’re standing in a long line to peace, shoes in our hands, stories in our teeth, from tarmacs to council seats, from glowing screens to city streets. Let borders be bridges and histories be heard, let children find daylight beyond the world of words, let artifacts find their way back home, let war drums fade to a metronome. Open the water, unmake the siege, trade iron for harvest, pride for reprieve, log off the storm, log into the dawn, let the terminal clear and the engines yawn. Raise every voice that can soften the sky, let the countdown stop and the hard winds sigh— we are many, we are tired, we are ready to believe: the long line is moving, the long line to peace.
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